The Last Call

What happens to you if you stay in a bar for too long?

A man walks into a bar, bathing in shinning moonlight. The wolfs howl behind the windows.

There is a little more in life that the man wants besides a beer and a bit of a rest.

It’s been a long day of driving his truck and this dirty old bar at the highway rest stop, seemed like a heaven to him.

The man looked around. “Calm night eh?” he asked the barkeep, while taking his place on the barstool.

The bartender kept polishing a glass and smirked. “You could say that. It’s getting close to the Last Call, so people are leaving,” there was something about the way he said the Last Call that sent shivers down the trucker’s spine.

“Should’t you stay for a last call? To get at least something before you leave?”

“Not here, my friend,” said the barkeep,

“How come?” asked the man, with a dry swallow.

“There is an old urban legend about this place,” explained the barkeep, while sorting out the bottles behind him. “And people get scared easily.”

The man breathed out. “Oh… okay. I thought that there is a gang shootout or something at the closing time,” he said laughing.

The barkeep smiled. “You are not afraid?”

“Nah. Urban legends are fun to listen to, but they are just that… legends. Now cmon, get me a beer and tell me about it.”

The bartender nodded and poured him a beer. “You really want to listen?”

“Yeah. It has to be a hell of a story if it makes grown man run out of here,” the trucker said, still shaking with laughter.

“Okay…”

About fifty years ago, when this place was brand new. A barmaid worked here. She was cute as a button, with a smile that could brighten the room and everyone loved her.

Some maybe too much. A lot of people stayed here until late at night, just to talk to her. She made small fortune on tips but she was forced to close late every day for months.

Until she finally had enough and learned to end the night with Last Calls.

But there were some people who just wanted to stay here with her and they wouldn’t let her close and what could she do besides staying with them until they left by themselves.

One day there was this guy here, who just wouldn’t leave, she was begging him to go, that she is not going to serve him anymore, but there was no talking to him.

She eventually got rid of him by calling the police. They took him out of the building and let her lock up, but also let him go, because there was not much they could do with him.

When she finally finished and left the bar, already seeing herself in bed, he came up to her and attacked her.

He did unholy things to her and she eventually passed away, but it is said that her spirit still lingers around the bar and coming Last Call she prays on people who just wouldn’t leave.

The trucker burst out laughing. “That is a good story to get annoying customers out,” he said, “give me another eh.”

“Sure man, but this is the Last Call.”

“Ah yea yea, for sure, I stopped after an insane day, I’m not leaving after two beers.”

The barkeep shook his head. “He is all yours,” he said calmly.

“tHiS Isssss the Lassst caaall,” a raspy voice hissed behind the trucker’s back.